I'm not trying to be difficult, I just can't deny how I feel
It's late, and I'm up even though I'm tired.
It's my brain.
It's buzzing from my thoughts, and the paper I've finally completed for the Entrepreneurship course I took on exchange (due 26 Jan). (phew)
Or maybe it's my heart. Whichever it is, it doesn't really matter.
I had a very good conversation with C just now over the phone, and it was very fulfilling. I actually felt cheered from the upsetting turn of events earlier tonight, and combined with the fact I got productive work done, I appreciated the time I had left alone at home. But now I don't know why I feel kind of sad. I'm wondering if you're feeling okay (even though I know you're in deep sleep now, which you badly need); I miss your company. I want to be there to take care of you since you feel ill. But I'm here at home, resisting the urge to take a cab over just to go over to kiss your forehead, feel your temperature and watch you sleep, and know you're okay. Nothing more, honest. And if anything, I'll be there to take care of you.
Is that very silly? I'm sure some people are thinking so now. But oh well that's how I feel now, so.
Cross your fingers and hope tomorrow won't be as rough a day. Hope things will fall in place. I hope that when I wake up, it'll all be better. And when I go to sleep tomorrow night, it won't be with the same disturbed pensiveness.
It's my brain.
It's buzzing from my thoughts, and the paper I've finally completed for the Entrepreneurship course I took on exchange (due 26 Jan). (phew)
Or maybe it's my heart. Whichever it is, it doesn't really matter.
I had a very good conversation with C just now over the phone, and it was very fulfilling. I actually felt cheered from the upsetting turn of events earlier tonight, and combined with the fact I got productive work done, I appreciated the time I had left alone at home. But now I don't know why I feel kind of sad. I'm wondering if you're feeling okay (even though I know you're in deep sleep now, which you badly need); I miss your company. I want to be there to take care of you since you feel ill. But I'm here at home, resisting the urge to take a cab over just to go over to kiss your forehead, feel your temperature and watch you sleep, and know you're okay. Nothing more, honest. And if anything, I'll be there to take care of you.
Is that very silly? I'm sure some people are thinking so now. But oh well that's how I feel now, so.
Cross your fingers and hope tomorrow won't be as rough a day. Hope things will fall in place. I hope that when I wake up, it'll all be better. And when I go to sleep tomorrow night, it won't be with the same disturbed pensiveness.
posted by the zee at 1:37 AM
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